Being an Adult Means Hanging Your Posters in Frames.

It looks like Chris and I are gonna be moving. Sweet. We haven't looked too much, but it needs to be close to the mountains, have air conditioning and washer/dryer hookups. It'll be awesome.

I get nervous when I get too far from the mountains.

He said we can have a craft cabinet. Which is good. My boxes of supplies are encroaching on my living space. Chris got me a 2.25" button maker for my birthday. My supplies just came in the mail. 100 more pinbacks and 50 hand mirrors. I want to make some and add them to the Etsy shop.

I'm going to miss Clay though. Even though he's a cat he's still my homie. We hang out, like, all the time. He's watching me type right now. He has no idea.

I have vacation time planned for August. I might go visit my dad in Flagstaff. But I also want to do more stuff too. Arizona would be nice. Maybe more camping than we did last time. I'm down with that.

My life needs a choreographed dance scene right about now.

A Soft Pillow for an Armadillo - I dedicate this post to you.